excerpt: chapter 5

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i am posting the fifth and last chapter. don't be sad, though, because i have an idea for a great story. possibly i can put up excerpts of the adventures of sir ribbit, another of my books. or maybe something from future, yet another of my books.
and if you have read any of these other clock of fate excerpts, you know what i'm going to say.
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Chapter 5  

A nervous-looking Elliot rushed to Abigail’s room, wondering why Carol was looking so happy, and fearing what he must do.  What he was not expecting, however, was a blue-clad Abigail, curled snugly in her pillows, who was perfectly alert but looked slightly nervous and ill.

He stood in the doorway, unsure what to do, when Abigail made a soft, fearful noise, as though she had noticed a bloody axe, and spoke in an anxious whisper.

“What should I do now?”

“I believe I am to take you to the feast,” replied Elliot.

“I’m hungry.”

“Good.  Carol, your caretaker, is waiting.”

Anxious to meet this fabled Carol, but still not able to put weight on her feet, Abigail met a dilemma.  After a few tries, she could stand, and Elliot then supported her to walk.  She shuffled out the door and found her blue shoes helped her walk.  She got to the kitchen and nearly collapsed again.

Carol was not the kind of old farmwife who sold magic herbs in the market square, like Abigail supposed.  She was a slim woman of sixteen, wearing robes of lapis lazuli like Elliot's tunic.  She also, like everyone else, was staring at Abigail.

Abigail blushed.

Emma bustled around, testing a few stews, tasting some cereal, nibbling kernels of cheese.  One of her kitchen babies sat dreamily tasting way too much stew, and Emma jerked him out of the pot.  Carol guided Abigail to her seat.  Elliot, strangely enough, glanced toward Carol and quickly began to set the table.

The place settings were mismatched.  The kitchen babies got a mix of ceramic; Elliot got a china clock-shaped plate with clock-theme silverware and cup; Carol, Abigail noticed, was the neatest.  She had fine china decorated with clocks, and golden silverware.  Her napkin Elliot painstakingly folded into her teacup.  Abigail’s herself was a clear glass bowl on a small glass plate.  A glass teacup stood nearby.  Sheldon’s setting was translucent colorful glass.

They feasted heartily.  Abigail ate more cornflakes, bacon, raspberries, and orange juice.

After the feast, Carol helped Sheldon and Abigail pack. They said goodbye, and Elliot accompanied them to a hidden, magical door that would lead them into their own home of five children (including Sheldon and Abigail) that was truly home.  All was well. 

                 

THE END